Logan Walker Novels & Stories

CLAIRE: (saw a dark figure passing the front of their house) Isn't that...(followed the figure until it got to a bar) Hmmm...what is he up to? In a bar an under 21 is not allowed in INSIDE THE BAR BARMAN: Xup Logan LOGAN: Give me a bottle of tequila BARMAN: Trouble in paradise? LOGAN: Sort of. OUTSIDE THE BAR BOUNCER: Little girl, where do you think you're going?

toast. I was mid-bite into a scavenged sandwich when the heavy iron bolt on the front door slid back. Logan walked in, looking like he’d been through a war. His black jacket was scuffed, his jaw set in a weary line. He slumped onto the sofa, the old springs groaning under his weight, and let out a sigh that seemed to rattle the floorboards. Then, his dark eyes caught my resume and the spread of blueprints on the table.

He nodded, once again giving us a pearly white grin. “You can retire now. Logan here will escort you to your room and tomorrow morning he will show you where you will be working, so you can start right then. And if you also have any further questions, he will be answering as well.” He motioned towards the massive guy, who now straightened up from the wall and took a few steps towards us. “Ok...” We nodded, then turned around and followed Logan, who was already heading straight towards the door.

Honestly, it’s even worse in review. Mr. Anatomy– Logan, his name is Logan– might be the hottest man I’ve ever seen in person, and he’s far beyond the likes of me. Especially if I can’t get a handle on my damn mouth. For such a relatively small part of my body, my mouth has gotten me in more trouble than I care to contemplate. The best I can hope for is that he forgets me entirely and maybe in a couple of years I can meet him again. By then I’ll have a different haircut, maybe a different style, I’ll have dropped those fifteen… twenty pounds, and I’ll be completely unrecognizable as the weirdo from the staircase. Then, oh then, my future self can seduce him and maybe even sate this unreasona

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Logan I stood there with my blood boiling as this guy who I had no damn idea who he was, stared back at me with a stupid smile on his face. He extended an arm out to me, making my jaw clench, but my son was here. I wasn't going to make a scene in front of him. "So, you're the infamous Logan? Nice to meet you, man." He says smiling.

Logan warned in a playful tone even though he was damn serious about it. “Fine man, she is all yours,” Bart chuckled and threw his hands in the air, and then he turned around and walked out. Logan looked at Orla and she gave him a funny but confusing glare. “What?” he muttered and spread his arms in curiosity. Orla smiled. “Mr. Logan Stewart, are you always this possessive and jealous? I thought you were cool,” she teased. Logan snickered. “Well, I am not jealous or possessive, I just don’t trust Bart because I know what he can do. I told you he is a womanizer, he can’t resist anything in a skirt,” he replied.

“I’m Logan Summers. I used to work at the community hall? “ the officer said, he pulled off his security cap to reveal a tousled icy blonde hair that was badly in need of a haircut and bowed his head slightly at Wayne. “Good morning Sir.” Wayne nodded back and took the stack of papers from Jane’s hands. “What’s going on here?” he asked, not smiling. Logan’s grin remained on his long face like hard wax, staring at the both of them as he did so. Although he was not emaciated, he was exceptionally pale and he reminded Jane of a walking corpse. Jane cocked her head, but for the life of her, she could not recall ever talking to him. “Jane doesn’t remember me. I used to fix water dispensers at our

The woman on the back of his bike with her bold, flashy attire, stepped down and leaned on him. Margo excitedly ran toward Logan, as he stepped off the bike with his towering figure with muscles bulging against his black T-shirt. All the spectators were immediately intimidated by his presence. Logan was the infamous leader of the local high school gangs in the city, known for extorting students and recruiting followers to expand his influence. "Where’s the person we’re here to meet?" Logan asked gruffly. "She is not here yet," Margo answered quickly. "She is probably too scared to come," Logan scoffed. "If she actually shows up, I might admire her courage. Hahaha!"

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

I noticed a vanity plate that clearly said ‘KINSLEY’ and gulped. Kinsley? Oh no. Was he here because of the poachers or something else? I can’t let him see me. I don’t want Logan to be in trouble with the camp owner. I watched as Logan walked out onto his porch as casual as ever. Involuntarily I licked my lips as I looked at him. He was barefoot in a pair of jeans and a gray muscle shirt that clung to every delectable inch of his broad chest. Even dressed like that, he exuded an aura of power.